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Date: Sun, 18 Feb 1996 03:21:29 UTC
Subject: NEW STORY by Pen Nomen: TAKEDOWN 1/6 (m/m cons; highschool)
This began as the first of a projected five part story, but I've had
trouble posting the first part, apparently because it exceeds
penet's byte size constraints, and so it may be several parts
longer. I've already written three parts, but the fourth and fifth
are still taking shape. It is principally a story of beginnings
.. . . a relationship, sexual but more, between two highschool
seniors. In the third bisexual activities develop as well in a
rather different sort of way. For those reasons, this story will
be posted in parts as written. The first three (maybe more,
depending on penet's length tolerance) will be posted rather
rapidly, but the fourth and fifth perhaps somewhat more slowly.
After that, I will repost the whole thing a couple or three times.
Please be patient. Hope you enjoy!
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This is principally a story of a male/male relationship,
sexual and more. Later parts involve heterosexual parts
as well, thus, inserting bisexual elements. Some of those
may also break from historically accepted mores (or
maybe not?). If this sort of thing offends you go elsewhere.
Why be offended. You already know what I think if you say
it offends you but you stay and read.
If you're under 18 or if this story and its content otherwise
violates the law of the jurisdiction where you receive it, go
away please. This is not meant for you. For you sub-18's
you need to be sure this is what you want before you read
it, and I suggest that you come back after you turn 18 if that's
what you decide.
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TAKEDOWN 1/6
CHAPTER ONE
"Takedown. Blue!"
That tied it one-one. Rob knew the strategy for the
time remaining. Be passive and unmovable until
Brown became frustrated and began to be foolish, and then
reverse him to win the match.
Rob assumed his position on hands and knees,
spreading his legs widely to lower his center of gravity and
provide an anchor to the mat, and Brown positioned himself
slightly to his rear on his left. Brown wrapped his right arm
around his waist and flattened his hand on Rob's stomach. Rob
looked over his left shoulder. Brown was looking intently at a
point on the mat before him as he prepared himself mentally.
Quickness.
A sharp whistle from the referee. Before Brown could
move, Rob rocked back on his heels and lowered his shoulders
and arms to the mat virtually making himself an immovable
object. Brown pulled at his waist, trying unsuccessfully to turn
him. Switching quickly, Brown got to his knees behind him,
leaned over his back, pushed his hand beneath Rob's right
shoulder and pulled. Rob rocked his butt further back in order to
center his mass, the cleft of his buttocks pushing hard against
Brown's tightly confined genitals. Rob was amazed that, under
the circumstances when he was supposed to be so completely
focused on the task at hand, he was so acutely aware of his
opponent's genitals and could feel their shape against his
buttocks so distinctly, even with Brown's cock pushing against
the dividing cleft of his ass, buffered by so many layers of
material. "Do I detect it swelling and getting harder, Rob
wondered, or is it just my imagination? And was his wrestling
sense correct? Had Brown lost some of his intensity in the midst
of the move? Nevertheless, Rob remained immovable, and
Brown attempted to insert his left arm between his legs in order
to gain leverage for the take down. Rob distributed his weight
even lower to the mat in such a way as to frustrate the
maneuver. He was accutely aware of Brown's muscled forearm
pressing and sliding against his own genitals and of the
involuntary responsive swelling of his own cock, but he doggedly
suppressed the thought, ignoring it while he focused on his on
his own strategy.
Brown continued to search for new points of leverage
and to push and pull at Rob. Rob could hear Brown's breathing
and grunts becoming more labored as his frustration increased.
As he felt Brown imprudently shift his weight, his body leapt into
action. He spun quickly and, accurately sliding one hand under
Brown's arm and over the back of his shoulder, fell backwards
into a shoulder roll. The move flipped Brown, and Rob quickly
loosened his hold and fell across his chest and shoulders with
his body, bringing his right inner thigh across Brown's forehead.
The referee's hand slapped the mat simultaneously with
the buzzer's signal of the end of the match. Three points, one
for the reverse, one for the takedown, and one for the pin. Four
to one. He'd done it! He was district middleweight champion!
As his arm was being raised by the referee in signal of the
victory, he looked across the striped shirt to Brown. Brown was
staring at the mat, a stricken look in his eyes as he mentally
relived his error.
Brown quickly stepped in front of Rob and stuck his
hand out. "Great match," he said, placing his other hand on
Rob's shoulder, "You got me good."
"Thanks," said Rob, smiling. "I needed some strategy.
You're a whole lot more talented than me."
Brown looked surprised, and then, half-smiling, shook
his slightly, "I'm the one that needed some strategy."
As the other weight classes continued their matches,
Rob kept studying Brown across the mat as he sat with his
teammates on the Jefferson Hills bench, his headgear removed
and a towel around his neck. At almost six feet in height and at
just under 170 pounds, he looked to Rob as young greek
wrestlers of legend might have looked. Light brown - almost
blond - hair with even lighter golden glints, widely set blue eyes,
straight nose, firm chin, and fresh, almost rosy tan skin. In his
red, loose fitting wrestling straps, Brown's muscular body stood
out in sharp relief, slim waist and hips, deep chest, wide
shoulders. Rob now allowed himself to recall Brown's genitals
pressing into his buttocks and his forearm pressing and sliding
against his cock and balls during the attempt to turn him, and, to
his chagrin, he felt his penis stir and lengthen at the memory.
Brown sat on the opposite bench, his elbows on his spread
knees, and Rob's eyes focused on his crotch. The knit material
of the wrestling straps pulled tightly across his supporter
confined genitals. Rob was not sure whether it was his
stimulated imagination sparked by his memory of the match or
whether he could actually see the outline of Brown's penis and
testicles. His own genitals stirred further as he pursued his
surreptitious examination.
The tournament ended. Rob's team had won by one
match. It was, indeed, an upset for his smaller, private school to
have beaten the state champion of the last two years. Rob had
attended St. Martin's since kindergarten. Had he attended
public school, he would have attended Jefferson Hills, the three
thousand student body high school from which St. Martin's had
just wrested the district championship. He wondered what it
would have been like to attend Jefferson Hills. He was fond of
St. Martin's, but he often thought that it would have been a
greater adventure to have attended the larger school.
He showered thoroughly and leisurely, giving somewhat
more than usual attention to soaping and rinsing his cock and
testicles. As the rest of the team vacated the dressing room he
lingered behind in the shower, slowly stroking and pulling at his
cock until it began to lengthen and harden. As he felt a self-
induced ejaculation approaching, he abandoned his autoerotic
activity, dressed, and was the last of his team to leave the city
auditorium locker room. Still in the throes of sexual tension, he
was pulling out of the public parking lot in his new Honda Accord
when he saw Brown, gym bag in hand, standing in front of the
entrance looking freshly scrubbed and a bit lost.
He stopped and lowered the window of the passenger
side. "Need a ride?" he asked.
Brown leaned over and looked at him through the
window. "Thanks. I thought I was going to ride with the coach,
but it looks like we had a mix-up. I can take the bus. No need
for you to go out of your way."
"No problem. Its Saturday morning, and I have all day.
Come on."
As they pulled away from the city auditorium, Rob asked
Brown where he lived.
"Do you know Holly Hills?"
"Don't believe so."
"It's a big trailer park on Stevens Hill Road."
"Oh, yeah. I know the place." It was about fifteen
minutes out of the way, but Rob didn't mind.
When they pulled up to Brown's trailer, Brown invited
Rob in for a coke. Rob was curious. He'd never been in a trailer
but had always found them fascinating. Brown's home was a
larger, three bedroom trailer with living room-dining room
combination separated from the galley kitchen by a breakfast
bar. It was clean and neat.
"My Mom works from noon 'til eight on Saturdays,"
Brown said, handing him a coke. He watched Rob examining
the trailer and waited silently and without embarrassment for a
sign that his scrutiny was completed.
Rob looked up and saw himself being observed in his
curious scrutiny of Brown's home and blushed. "Sorry. I've
never been in a trailer before. Its real neat how everything you
need fits into such a small space." He blushed again. Sounds
condescending, he thought.
"Yeah. Well, its cheap, too. My Dad died a couple of
years ago, so Mom sold our house and bought this for her and
me to live in."
Rob was uncomfortable. He was aware that the kids
from Jefferson Hills regarded the St. Martin students as rich and
elitist. Trouble was that they were right for the most part.
"Where do you live?" Brown asked.
"Oh, over in Lakeside," Rob answered, conscious that
the information would confirm the rich and elitist image.
"Oh, yeah. It's real nice over there," Brown responded
without judgment or rancor.
They talked for a while about a number of subjects,
hoping to find something that they were both interested in. Of
all things! It was writing. David - it developed that that was how
Brown preferred to be called - wanted to be writer, too. They
talked animatedly about their favorite authors for and hour or so.
Rob liked Faulkner, but David preferred Hemingway. They
found agreement on Peter Taylor, Robert Penn Warren and
Thomas Wolfe. In such shared interests and the understanding
that their preferences signalled their thoughts and feelings about
more than was spoken, they became comfortable and began to
like each other.
Only then did they talk about the wrestling match.
"You deserved to win," David said. "You wrestled with
more intelligence. I let my frustration and temper control me.
Always been my problem."
"Yeah, but your technique is better and you're stronger."
"Thanks, but I don't know that I agree with that. I think
we're about evenly matched in those categories. In any event, it
was your thinking that won the match."
Rob was warmed by the words, but he decided to take
issue with David's assertion of Rob's physical parity. "Thanks,
but no, you really are a lot stronger and quicker than me."
David got up and walked to the second largest bedroom
of the trailer, motioning Rob to follow. There was a large,
mirrored sliding closet door before which he stationed himself,
and he motioned Rob to his side. Looking into the mirror, he
said, "Look, now. What difference do you see?"
Rob looked. They were, in fact, almost of the same cut.
Even their coloring was similar, Rob's, though fair, was a little
darker than David's. Both appeared to be at the peak of
physical conditioning with none of the coltishness of typical
seventeen year olds, but more mature and meatier in their
shoulders and torsos. Both wore white tee shirts and form hugging
blue jeans that placed their lithe, young muscularity to best
advantage. The muscles of their arms, shoulders, chest and
stomach were corded and well defined beneath the tight fitting
attire. Rob's eyes lingered on the mirrored reflection of David's
tight jeans, the classic curve of his muscular round butt and the
increasing allure of the bulge made by his bunched genitals.
David left the room for moment and returned with a tape
measure. "Here. Let's see." David insisted that they each take
the other's measurements for purposes of proving his point that
there was little difference in their physical dimensions.. Indeed,
there was less than half an inch difference in their forearms, their
biceps, their neck, their shoulder width, the circumference of their
chests and waists, the very slight variations favoring first David
and then Rob.
After taking the last measurement, David stepped back
and curved his finger around his chin contemplatively. "Better
take our shirts off and do the chest and waist again."
Rob was somewhat puzzled at David's apparent
obsession with precision, but, intrigued, he willingly joined David
in stripping the tee shirt over his head. David carefully placed
the tape around his chest, and Rob's nipples became erect as
David's hands brushed them.
"Forty-one. Pretty good. I think you may have me by
about an inch," David said, handing Rob the tape and raising his
arms.
Rob stood in front of David and passed the tape behind
to his back to make the measurement. He felt strangely
breathless and his hand trembled slightly. Although he tried to
avoid overt physical contact, he was not very successful as he
reached behind David to pass the tape around his chest.
"Forty-one. Same measurement," he said.
"Hunh! Must've grown," David said. "Might as well go
ahead and measure the waist while you have the tape."
Rob complied, dropping the tape to just above the waist
band of the blue jeans. "Thirty-two," he said.
"What I thought. Well, give me the measure, and I'll get
yours. . . . H'mmm. Thirty-two. We might have been poured in
the same mould. Well, now let's see, calves, thighs and hips
ought to about do it."
"I think we're gonna have to take off these jeans to do
that, Dave," Rob said, beginning to show signs of obsession with
precision himself.
"Yeah. Well, okay." David hesitated momentarily and
then began to unbutton his jeans. Rob was almost eagerly
joining into the game now. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he
pulled his sneakers and socks off and began to unbutton his own
jeans. David had pushed his jeans to his knees before realizing
that he needed to remove his sneakers first. He tried to
complete that task while standing, his jeans around his knees,
and he lost his balance and fell to the floor. Rob found the
surprised look on his face hilarious and began to laugh. David
joined in, rolling on the floor. Sitting up he got his footgear off,
pushed his jeans from his feet and stood up. Rob's laughter
died. This was the fullest view he had had of Dave's body, and
he was more impressed than ever. Dave stood there in clean
Fruit o' the Loom briefs. Well-shaped calves, powerful,
muscular thighs, rising to the flair of rounded, attractively
protruding buttocks, flat belly and a generous basket of large
cock and balls filling the pouch of the briefs.
While Rob took stock of Dave, Dave was eyeing Rob
just as thoroughly. Rob was wearing black, contoured string
bikini briefs, a present from his Mom, of all people. "Beautiful!"
thought Dave. And indeed, Rob was beautiful in his fresh,
teenaged maleness. Muscular and similarly shaped to Dave,
the countoured bikinis lifted and pushed his cock and balls
slightly forward, the outline of the fullness of the shaft and
testicles clearly displayed in the thin jersey pouch. His hips and
pelvic sockets were bare, hairless and tanned from nude
sunbathing by the pool. The sparse hair of his pubes escaped
tantalizingly from the low slung pouch in which his genitals
nestled so enticingly.
Dave grabbed the tape measure and quickly bent over
to measure the largest part of Rob's calf, his face within inches
of Rob's bunched genitals as he did so. He breathed the scent
of Rob's recently excited maleness and felt slightly dizzy from
the immediate aphrodisiacal effect. "Fourteen," he said. Sliding
the measure up to Rob's mid-thigh, he pulled it tight around
Rob's rock-hard leg. "Twenty-two." His hands were trembling as
they brushed the light growth of hair on Rob's inner thigh.
Rob took the tape measure from his hands and knelt to
take the same measurements from Dave, reaching a result
within a quarter of an inch on each part. Then, positioning
himself behind Dave, he half-heartedly began to place the tape
around Dave's hips, but stopped as he was reaching around.
"You're gonna have to pull your underwear down to get this
measurement right," he said matter-of-factly. Rob's penis, still
seeking release from his earlier autoerotic manipulation in the
shower at the auditorium, was beginning to swell and lengthen.
Dave hesitated only momentarily and then pushed his
briefs to his ankles and stepped out of them. Rob stared,
stricken, at the delicately rounded, smooth-skinned ass, the dark
cleft splitting the two halves perfectly. Still standing behind
Dave, Rob reached around with the tape measure to join one
end to the measuring mark he held between thumb and
forefinger. His hand encountered and slid through a middling
growth of pubic hair and brushed across the top of the hot, round
flesh protruding straight out from Dave's pelvis. He quickly
pinched the tape with thumbnail and drew it back to read the
results. "Thirty-six, no, thirty-six and a half," Rob muttered
hoarsely.
Quickly stepping in front of Dave, his back facing him,
he handed Dave the tape. "Can't let him see how hard I've
gotten just yet," he thought. Pushing his bikini briefs to his feet,
he stepped out of them and kicked them aside. Dave's arms
reach around his loins to measure. Rob watched the smooth-
skinned, muscular tanned hands slide across his lower belly and
felt the fingers comb through the dark blond thatch that grew to
a peak in the middle of pubes and trailed at thin line up to his
navel. Dave's fingers grazed his erect, throbbing cock,
hesitated trembling, then quickly completed the measure.
"Thirty-six and half," Dave whispered almost inaudibly.
Slowly, Rob turned to face Dave, his face burning in
embarrassment, fear and excitement. They stood within a foot
apart, facing one another. Rob looked down to Dave's fully
erect, throbbing cock pointing at an eager upward angle, its
circumcised glans aimed directly at Rob's navel. It was large
and straight, without curves, hooks or other distortions, pinkish
tan skin etched delicately by expanded tracings of engorged
blood vessels.
Dave's examination of Rob's hard penis had been just
as detailed as Rob's. He raised stricken eyes to Rob's and said
uncertainly, "I'm not . . . I don't . . . I-I've n-never done anything
with another guy before. I'm not sure . . ."
Rob was also caught in a cusp of uncertainty. "Me
either. . . . I-I g-guess this is the moment. We can either turn
around and go back or . . ."
"Or? Aw, geewhiz, I just . . . I don't know . . . I don't
want this and I want this. I-I . . ." A tear of doubt, shame,
confusion brimmed over Dave's lower eyelid and ran down his
cheek.
Rob, no less in distress, looked at Dave wonderingly and
reached out and wiped the ready-to-fall teardrop from Dave's
jawline with his hand, then dropped his hand to Dave's shoulder.
"If-if you want to, I guess I do, too."
Dave closed his eyes, stood motionless for a moment,
and then opened them looking solemnly at Rob. He reached up
with his own hand and covered Rob's resting on his shoulder
and placed his other hand behind Rob's neck. Stepping closer,
he leaned forward and hesitatingly brought his lips to press
against Rob's. Rob did not draw away, but neither did he
immediately respond. Slowly, however, as the gentle pressure
continued, his lips softened, and he began to return the kiss.
During their moment of stress and indecision, both Rob
and Dave had lost their erections. Dave was glad because he
wanted neither of them to bow to the demands of physical
release. He released his hand from Rob's resting on his
shoulder and placed it around Rob on the small of his back.
Rob awkwardly returned the embrace as they stepped closer
and pressed their naked bodies against one another. Being of a
virtually identical size and height, their body parts met in perfect
symmetry -- chest to chest, nipple to nipple, stomach to
stomach, thigh to thigh, knee to knee. Their sparse pubes
pressed against and tangled with each other and their swollen,
partially erect penises touched and nudged one another's in
hesitantly eager encouragement.
Rob took Dave's hand and led him to the double bed,
and they lay upon it on their sides facing one another. Rob
leaned over and kissed Dave again, Dave returning the pressure
without hesitation. Their hearts, minds and instincts agreeing on
their decision to go forward, each one's movements were met
and complemented by the other without resistance or
nonparticipation. As Dave reached around Rob's loins to stroke
his firm, rounded buttocks and pull him closer, Rob returned the
same caress and urging. As Rob's penis began slowly to
respond by lengthening and swelling, so did Dave's. Dave
shifted his hand from Rob's buttocks and moved it to his front,
rubbing his palm firmly over Rob's pubic area and gently
squeezing his lengthening shaft and full testicles, and Rob
returned the caress. As their cocks hardened, Rob wrapped his
hand around Dave's warm, pulsating maleness as he had done
with himself on many occasions. Without hesitation, Dave
mimed the same action and then began slowly to slide the soft,
encasing skin of the steel-hard cock back and forth.
After a few moments, Rob turned Dave to his back,
shifted himself to a sitting position between Dave's knees with
his legs extended on either side of Dave's hips and pulled Dave
to a sitting position facing him. In their close embrace, their
hard, erect cocks and bulging balls were pressed between their
bodies as they leaned toward one another for a long, more
tightly passionate embrace and deeply held kiss. Dave's mouth
opened and his tongue moved wetly along the line between
Rob's closed lips. Hesitantly at first, then with growing
excitement, Rob opened his mouth and admitted Dave's tongue
which he caressed with his own as they sought to merge and
mingle every atom of themselves into one.
Pulling back, they awkwardly moved slightly further
apart, and each examined their aroused commingled genitals.
Dave grasped Rob's swollen, hard shaft and began to move his
fist up and down. Rob returned the caress. The musky, male
odor trapped between their bodies, wafted to their nostrils and
they inhaled, growing more excited at the aphrodisacal effect of
the scent.
Rob became fixated upon a small drop of cloudy semen
standing at the opening at the tip of Dave's cock. Shifting
slightly further back between Dave's spread legs, he leaned
forward and touched the pearl drop of moisture with his tongue.
He tasted it for a moment, savoring the experience of ingesting
the essence of Dave's maleness. Then pushing Dave back to a
reclining position, Rob lowered his head again. Wrapping one
hand around the base of Dave's cock, he pulled the skin tightly
back from the glans which reared like a shining purple helmet
before him. With his other hand he softly stroked and caressed
Dave's stomach and pubes, combing his open fingers throught
the soft, blond thatch. He lowered his lips to the head of Dave's
cock and covered it to the corona with his mouth and moved his
tongue in long wet strokes around and over its smooth surface.
"Hssssss!" Dave inhaled sharply at the maneuver and
involuntarily thrust his hips slightly forward further into Rob's
grasping mouth. Rob began to press and stroke the swollen
vessel on the underside of Dave's penis with his tongue and
applied gentle but unrelentingly firm suction to the flesh sinking
into his mouth. He felt Dave's hands press softly on either side
of his head and felt the movement of his gently undulating his
pelvis as the soft-hard flesh slid in and out over his stroking
tongue and moistened lips. Rob formed an intense urgency to
have Dave's entire length in his mouth and began to slide his
mouth lower while Dave's penis slid up the center groove of his
wet, stroking tongue. He felt the swollen head Dave's cock
pushing against the back of his mouth and his throat, and he
instinctively swallowed opening the closure of his throat to allow
the wonderfully loving cock to move more deeply into his until
his lips pushed firmly against Dave's pelvic bone and his nose
was buried in the light blond, curling hair above Dave's thrusting
cock. Experimentally, he slid his lips back up the length to the
corona at the bottom of the glans, licked the smooth, throbbing
cock head wetly and then slid his seeking mouth back down to
the base of Dave's throbbing manhood. As he repeated the
movement, David moved his hips slightly back as Rob's wetly
clinging lips withdrew and thrust forward as his hungry mouth
began its downward descent.
They continued their synchronetic movements for
perhaps five minutes, each of them growing progressively more
excited. Rob's hum of satisfied lust was met by the incoherent
mutterings of Dave, "Ahhhh, yeah. Gooood! Lick harder.
Ohhhh, Rob! Yeaahhh. Ohhaaahhhh, suck me. Ohohoh, yes!
There, right there. Uhmmmm."
Finally, Dave sensed that he could hold back no longer
and whispered to Rob, "I'm about to cum." As Rob did not
withdraw his mouth from his throbbing cock, Dave whispered
more urgently. "Rob, I can't hold it any longer, I'm gonna cum."
But Rob simply put his hands under Dave's hips and held him,
squeezing, as he continued to lick and suck.
Rob had was fully aware of the hardening and
lengthening of Dave's shaft as it throbbed more heavily in his
mouth, and Dave's words caused a sure thought to take hold of
him. He wanted to taste Dave's cum. Therefore, when Dave's
cock began to jerk spasmodically he was already prepared -
eager - to receive the heavy, spurting jets of semen pumping
from Dave's penis and flooding his mouth. He swallowed rapidly
as he savored the salty-sweet viscuous protein mixture which
inundated his taste buds.
As he completed his ejaculation, Dave propped on his
elbows and watched Rob milking his slowly relaxing penis with
his lips and tongue. The sight was highly erotic. Rob's eyes
were closed in satisfaction, and the slight suction and wet
tongue on the softening penis communicated Rob's own
enjoyment in the act. Dave did not question his urgent desire to
experience both sides of the act of oral copulation and slowly
pulled his penis from Rob's still sucking lips.
Rob's penis was full and hard. Dave half coaxed, half
pulled him up to lay beside him. Leaning over him, Dave kissed
Rob's glistening lips, red and slightly swollen from his oral
ministrations. He intruded his tongue into Rob's mouth and
tasted his own semen. Dropping his head to Rob's chest, he
kissed one nipple, flicking it delicately with his tongue, while he
manipulated the other with feathery fingers. Dropping his hand
to Rob's genitals, he encircled the base with thumb and
forefinger and cupped the full testicles. He moved between
Rob's legs and lowered his mouth to enclose the head of Rob's
cock which he licked thoroughly in wet, lavish strokes. Slowly
he slid his lips down the throbbing shaft, using his tongue in
imitation of Rob's earlier movements which so thrilled him.
Rob's hands were on his head, stroking and gently grasping a
handful of hair. As he withdrew to the tip and plunged forward
again, Rob's hips thrust upward to meet him. Dave savored the
feel of Rob's throbbing cock against his tongue and the roof of
his mouth and the musky male smell of mixed sweat, semen
and urine that clung to his pubes and groin. His movements
became more comfortably expert with each plunge, and Rob's
thrusts began to be more urgent.
Rob felt his ejaculation building as he watched his wet,
gleaming flesh move in and out of Dave's lips. Assuming from
Dave's earlier warning to him that he would want to know in
order to avoid his cum, he whispered hoarsely, "Oh, boy! I'm
gonna cum. I'm gonna cum right now. Unghhh! I'm cumming,
Dave. Can't stop it. Can't take it out. Don't want to." Nor did
Dave make any move to withdraw. If anything, his suction
became more intense and he stroked Rob's stomach and pubes
with his hands, moaning softly, "Mmmmm. Uhmmmm." Rob felt
a sharp ache in his loins as his penis became numbingly hard
and began to jerk as he emptied his cum into Dave's greedily
sucking and swallowing mouth in powerful, seemingly endless,
jetting spurts. Dave milked all traces of spent semen from Rob's
penis and continued to roll his softening flesh in his mouth.
Finally, he let the softened cock slip from his lips and lay
beside Rob. They wrapped their arms around each other and
pressed close together, dozing lightly for a few minutes in their
satiation.
After a few minutes, Dave said, "You know, don't you,
that there's just one chance in thousand that we'd ever meet and
do this? How close we may have passed to missing each
other?"
"Yeah, I guess so," Rob murmured caught between
flooding relief that they hadn't missed each other and fearful
awe at the thought of how close it may have been.
"When was the first time that something like this entered
your head, Rob?"
Rob blushed slightly. "This afternoon during the match
when you were trying to turn me, I rocked back on my butt and
felt your cock and balls pressing into me, and later when you
stuck hands between my legs to try to unbalance me I felt my
cock pressing against your arm. Later, I watched you at the
meet and kept thinking what a great body you had. I'd never
thought things like that before and it bothered me, because I
wasn't sure that I knew what it meant or that I liked some of the
fantasies I was having. Later, when we were doing the tape
measure thing, I think that my thoughts started to become pretty
specific."
Dave chuckled. "I saw you wrestle Winterhaven last
weekend, and I kept having these thoughts. One night I even
had a wet dream just dreaming of you and me wrestling. And,
yeah, I remember my genitals pressing against your butt, too.
You could have probably reversed me right then, because I had
this fleeting memory of wrestling you in my wet dream. And I'm
surprised I didn't see you watching me after our match, because
I felt like my staring at you must be obvious to everyone.
Anyhow, I'm not sure that the measuring thing started out with
any ulterior purpose, but pretty soon, I was thinking about
specific objectives, too."
Rob chuckled and kissed Dave lightly. "Well, I guess
the question is where will it go from here."
"Yeah. I would like to keep on seeing you. Not just for
sex - although I want to keep on with that, too - but more or at
least as much as that, I want to keep on getting to know you
better. I like you and enjoyed just talking with you earlier about
books and stuff like that. I'd like to give that aspect of our
friendship a chance to grow and develop. And I like just being
here with you, like this." He tightened his embrace and pressed
Rob more closely to him.
Rob had felt his eyes sting while Dave was talking. He'd
never had such a friendship or any other kind relationship like
that. He hugged Dave tightly to him, returning the tightening of
Dave's arms. "Yeah. I'd like that, too."
I guess I have everyone who has read the first of this story
completely confused. Sorry! I posted Pt. 1 of this and it was
rejected as too long twice by penet and then third try just
got lost, so I broke into two parts 1/6 and 2/6 and tried again,
and, at the same time, tried once more to post the whole
thing as 1/5.
They all got posted! 1/6 and 2/6 are the same thing as 1/5.
On the assumption that my original plan is working, this is
2/5. I hope it works.
This is the secpnd of a projected five part story. I've already
written three parts (the first of which has been posted),
The fourth and fifth are incomplete but are taking shape.
This is prinicipally a story of beginnings . . . a relation-
ship, sexual, but more, between two highschool seniors.
In the third part bisexual activities develop as well in a rather
different sort of way. For those reasons, this story will be
posted in parts as written. The first three rather rapidly, but
the fourth and fifth perhaps somewhat more slowly. After
that, I will repost the whole thing a couple or three times.
Please be patient. Hope you enjoy!
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This is principally a story of a male/male relationship,
sexual and more. Later parts involve heterosexual parts
as well, thus, inserting bisexual elements. Some of those
may also break from historically accepted mores (or
maybe not?). If this sort of thing offends you go elsewhere.
Why be offended. You already know what I think if you say
it offends you but you stay and read.
If you're under 18 or if this story and its content otherwise
violates the law of the jurisdiction where you receive it, go
away please. This is not meant for you. For you sub-18's
you need to be sure this is what you want before you read
it, and I suggest that you come back after you turn 18 if that's
what you decide.
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TAKEDOWN 2/5
by
PEN NOMEN
[ . . . . Cont'd from CHAPTER ONE: ]
[ After having wrestled against each ]
[ other and then spending some time ]
[ together Rob and Dave have enjoyed ]
[ their first sexual experience with a ]
[ member of the same sex, but already ]
[ their relationship was extending beyond ]
[ the important, but, by itself, incom- ]
[ pleteness, of physical coupling. ]
CHAPTER TWO
One of the more difficult problems they encountered
was in establishing a credible basis for their spending time
together and developing a relationship. At first, Rob didn't see
the need for having an excuse. It seemed enough to him that
they were the same age, both wrestled, they liked each other,
and they could be friends with anyone they wanted to be. But
Dave had rightly pointed out that they had no history of
relationship with one another, had no friends in common, did not
attend the same school, and engaged in no activities that would
throw two such diverse socio-economic representatives
together.
"I don't think either one of us wants anyone to begin to
think that our friendship is unusual and begin to speculate on
why we spend so much time together," Dave argued, and Rob
acceded to Dave's wisdom as he thought about it more.
Rob's school wrestling team had been thinking about
going into the city's YMCAs to teach and coach wrestling to
elementary age kids. As he told Dave about it, Dave became
enthusiastic about the idea on its own merits. They both thought
through and developed a proposal for implementing the plan
which Rob would present to his school's athletic department. A
new wrinkle, however, would be for St. Martin's to yoke with
Jefferson Hills in implementing the project. St. Martin's would
furnish financing and people and Jefferson Hills would offer the
socio-economic diversity necessary to gain entrance to and
credibility with the less privileged neighborhood programs.
Rob's plan was enthusiastically approved by St. Martin's
athletic department and board of trustees and somewhat more
cautiously accepted for consideration by the public school board
of education. When the program was put to the coaches at
Jefferson Hills, Dave enthusiastically endorsed it and expressed
eagerness to participate. That was enough to gain the support
of the other wrestling team members and the coaching staff.
The YMCA was, of course, delighted, and the first project
meeting was held within two weeks after the plan had been
surreptitiously devised by Rob and Dave.
During that time, Rob and Dave had spent time together
both in public places for meetings to plan and implement the
program and in nonpublic places, not just to engage in sex -
although they certainly did not ignore that delicious activity - but,
more importantly, to learn to know each other better. Every
contact confirmed their common interests and tastes, and
neither of them could get over how much alike they were,
coming from such different backgrounds.
At the first planning meeting, groups were assigned to
complete certain tasks in placing the program into operation,
and, according to the plan, Rob and Dave were assigned as
student co-chairmen of the project. They began to spend a lot
of time together working on the project, not only because of the
justification it offered to their being together but also because of
their genuine enthusiasm for the project.
Rob's mother liked Dave, and Dave's mother liked Rob.
Dave's father had died couple of years' earlier, and Rob's
parents had been divorced since he was a small child and he
never saw or heard from his father. Rob, it developed, was not
only "well off", but immensely wealthy. His grandparent's had
both been killed when he was an infant and had left their entire
estate to his mother with the exception of a two million dollar
trust they had established for him at his birth. The trust
consisted of shares in their family corporation which had been
sold when he was nine years old for sixteen million dollars, and
the proceeds had been reinvested in investments which were
now valued at some twenty-eight million dollars. Rob's mother
had an estimated net worth of over one hundred fifty million
dollars.
Rob was doubly fortunate, however, even with all that
wealth. His mother had been determined that he would not
become an "insufferable little snob," and she had worked
diligently and successfully to insure that Rob did not throw his
weight around or place undue reliance on what he had or who he
was but, instead, worked to become a person of thought,
hardwork and sound values. As a result, he was a model of
good character and diligence in work and study, and, while
standing first in his class and being captain of the wrestling
team, he also possessed that rare, unselfish, upbeat openess of
personality that seemed to draw people to him.
Dave was of a similar stamp. His father had died
young, leaving his young wife and son ill-prepared to cope with
the financial burdens of continuing the life they had enjoyed
prior to his death. Dave's mother was a high-school math
teacher and worked on weekends as a salesperson in the
women's department of the city's largest department store.
Dave had accepted the drastic change in life style occasioned
by his father's death in stride, although he still grieved at the
loss of his personable and tender parent. Dave worked on
weekends and on weekdays after school and wrestling practice
and yet maintained his standing as second in his class of more
than nine hundred highschool seniors.
A serendipitous effect of Rob's and Dave's friendship
was that Rob's mother, Anne, and Dave's mother, Sarah, had
also become friends. They were both a youthful thirty-seven
years old, husbandless and of a similar life and world view.
Sarah also conducted aerobics classes at one of the YMCAs two
nights a week, and Anne soon signed up and participated
enthusiastically.
Dave had been somewhat taken aback when it slowly
began to become apparent to him that Rob was independently
wealthy. He didn't know how to react or respond to the
knowledge. Rob discerned some reticence and change of
attitude on the part of his friend and decided to ask him what
was bothering him.
"Well, Rob, I see how you live and the things you can do
that I can't carry my share in and it just makes me feel like
maybe I'm a moocher or something."
"Why? I don't care anything about that. I'd just as soon
do something that costs nothing as to spend money to try to buy
enjoyment. And, if something costs more than you can afford, I
enjoy paying the tab. I've had a fortunate accident of birth when
it comes to money, but I didn't do anything to get it and neither
did Mom. We have a tradition in our family of not setting a lot
store by it or letting it get things out of kilter in our friendships
and how we look at things."
"Well, that may be easier to do when you have
everthing you need or want, but I have to be aware of it because
there's so little to spare."
"Has anyone said anything to you?" At Dave's sliding
his eyes to a point over Rob's shoulder, Rob knew that someone
had. "Who? What did they say?" He felt somewhat belligerent.
"Aw, some of the guys at school are accusing me of
mooching off of you and toadying up because you're rich."
"Well, to hell with them! We know that's not true."
Dave was uncomfortable. "Well, that's the problem.
When they say it, I wonder if maybe there is truth there. I didn't
think so, but the more I try to get it straight in my own mind, the
confused I get."
Rob pondered Dave's response silently for a few
minutes. Rob's mother was out of town, and they were laying
naked on the side of Rob's swimming pool, sunning themselves.
Finally, Rob said, "Look, Dave. We just can't let this get in the
way and be a problem. I just plain refuse. I'm going to say this
once and I want you to get it planted deep, okay? Anything I
have or will have you can have. If you were to ask me for a
million dollars, I'd give it to you, no questions asked. Of course,
I can't get my hands on a million dollars until I'm twenty-two, but
the day I can, its yours. This is not because you're poor or
needy or I feel sorry for you. I don't know anyone who needs
less than you, and I certainly don't feel sorry for you. But its
simply not important between us. If I should ever end up paying
for anything you do, its not to buy you or gain any kind of control
over you. Its because I - undertand? I, me, myself - I want to do
it. If I ever, ever, EVER act any differently, I want to be able to
trust that you'll tell me about it quickly. Will you take what I've
said at face value? I mean it! Will you?"
Dave thought for several silent minutes. "Okay, Rob.
Yeah, okay. But you've got to promise me something, too. If
you ever feel that I'm imposing on YOU because of your wealth
or goodwill, you've got to be willing to talk square to me. Okay?"
"Deal!" said Rob.
* * *
Their friendship was now almost four months old, and
since the kick-off of the YMCA youth project, they spent more
time with each other than with anyone else. In fact, their
contacts with others had become casual and fairly brief. But not
the same with them. Almost every minute during the day after
school, they were together, either working on the project, going
to a movie, eating, playing tennis, exercising, weight lifting,
swimming - everything. Never a week went by without one of
them staying over with the other, sometimes two, sometimes
three nights. Rob felt completely at home in Dave's trailer and
came and went in almost the same way that Dave did. Dave
even had a room at Rob's house that Rob and his mother came
to refer as Dave's room, though he usually slept with Rob in
Rob's kingsized bed.
On this particular night, Dave was laying in bed, his
hands behind his head, watching Rob make his preparations for
sleep. He had removed his clothes and was moving about the
room in the contoured string bikini briefs he habitually wore.
These were a heather grey color. Rob noticed Dave's eyes
following him.
"What?" he asked, looking quizzically at Dave.
"Well, that underwear. Where did you get it? You really
look good in it. I noticed it that f-first day at the trailer."
"Mom got it for me first." Rob blushed slightly at that
information. "But I've ordered some more since then. You want
some?"
"Well, I've thought about ordering some. I really like the
way it looks on you and it looks comfortable, too."
"It is. And thanks. But, look, I've got probably a dozen
or a dozen and half pairs. Why don't I just give you five or six
pairs."
"Okay." Dave, taking Rob at his word, had learned not
to be embarrassed or defensive about gifts or Rob's spending
money on him.
Rob stopped and grinned slyly at Dave. "Tell you what!
Why don't you start with these?" He pushed the heather gray
briefs he was wearing to his ankles, stepped out of them and
tossed them to Dave. Dave caught them instinctively and then
looked at Rob, beautiful in his nakedness. Dave grinned, got
out of bed, stripped his Fruit o' the Looms from his body and
stepped into the bikinis. They bore the damp warmth of Rob's
genitals and the scent of Rob's clean, musky maleness clung to
them. The thought excited him. As he pulled the briefs up and
the still warm pouch cradled his own genitals, he thought to
himself, "My cock and balls are resting where his were fifteen
seconds ago," and he felt his penis swell and lengthen at the
thought.
Rob was watching closely. He saw the stirring of Dave's
cock through the thin jersey material. The contour pouch
cradled and displayed the contents like jewels, lifting entire
genital basket and thrusting it slightly forward, the shape of
Dave's cock and full testicles was almost more apparent and
erotic than when they were uncovered. Rob found the fine line
of pubic hair protruding from the low slung elastic waistline to be
particularly exciting.
He shook his hand wonderingly as he openly admired
Dave's body. "Do I, uh, do I look as good in those as you do?"
Dave stopped and looked down at himself, grinning at
his swelling cock, then looking at himself full view and profile in
the floor length mirror on the back of the closet door. "Better,"
he said.
Rob got up and walked across to Dave. Standing in
front of him he brought his hand to cup Dave's flatteringly
bunched genitals and squeezed gently. He stepped closer,
encircling Dave's waist and shoulders, and kissed him. He ran
his palm beneath the waistband of the briefs and stroked his
smooth buttocks, squeezing lovingly. He felt Dave's penis
growing against him and led him to the bed. Sitting on the edge
of the bed, Rob stationed Dave in front of him and slowly pulled
the briefs down. As Dave's pubes and the base of his cock were
unveiled, he leaned forward and kissed the erotic juncture. He
completed the removal of the briefs and, before Dave's penis
had achieved erection, lifted it with his hand and sucked its
length into his mouth. Dave's felt his cock become fully erect as
he slowly fucked Rob's mouth, his hands on Rob's head and
Rob's hands cupping and pulling his buttocks to him. Within
minutes, he thrust forward and emptied his hot seed into Rob's
greedily sucking and waiting mouth. Rob continued to suck until
Dave's penis softened and then got up get a hot, damp
washcloth with which he gently bathed the spent genitals.
Rob and Dave had reached the point in their relationship
that there were no sexual demands. Sometimes their passion
resulted in spontaneous soixante-neuf, but often one would suck
the other without being sucked either before, during or after.
This was one of those nights.
As they lay side by side in the dark before sleep came,
Rob spoke into the darkness. "Dave."
"Yeah?"
"Dave, I love you. I love you as a friend, I love you as a
brother, I love you as a wife loves her husband and as a
husband loves his wife. I love to be with you. I love to talk to
you and do ordinary things with you. I love sex with you. I love
your cock in my mouth and mine in yours. . . . I don't want you to
say anything. This is not a demand on you. Its just something
I've needed and wanted to say."
Dave said nothing, but in the darkness, tears rolled
down the sides of his face to wet his pillow.
The next morning Rob awoke to an awareness of his
soft penis being held and manipulated in a wet, warm enclosure.
Dave was between his legs quietly sucking his quiescent flesh.
Rob's penis became quickly erect and both his and Dave's
movements became passionately purposeful as Dave brought
him to a shuddering ejaculation and swallowed his cum. Dave
eventually emerged from beneath the sheet covering them and
lay beside Rob.
After a few moments of silence, he said, "Rob, I didn't
say anything last night because you asked me not to, but I lay
awake a long time last night. I was too happy to sleep. Rob, I
love you, too. The same way you said. I don't know what this
means to us. Whether we'll always be together or what, but I
hope there will always be something good between us, and I
guess I think that there will be. . . . And, Rob, I promise I'm not
going to embarrass you by making a habit of this, but there's
something I've wanted to say to you for a while." He stopped
and then began, " . . . Darling, dearest, sweetheart, baby, lover
.. . . . ." He continued a litany of tender endearments for a couple of
minutes without repetition, until Rob, deeply touched, stopped
his lips with his own and, then, kissing and licking wetly down
the length of his body, filled them with Dave's throbbing shaft.